Ceramic, smooth and milky white
a jug of promise holds green daffodils in bud.
They draw me in as I pass the table
but I cannot watch and wait
to capture such a slow changing.
in hope and anticipation,
I can only imagine what will be,
what will create a swift lifting of my heart
the gift that is a flower.
I will love each one
for its colour,
for its beauty,
for its scent,
for it is a miracle,
lenten like the lilies,
a promise to me, soon coming,